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Windmill In The Wind

As the windmill turns with the wind,

the storm brings much needed rain.

With each drop, renewal begins,

relieving the parched land its pain.

 

Sweet water of the Earth, life's essence,

within the wind, the windmill drinks.

Storing the source within a pond,

bringing the desert from the brink.

 

Noses catching the scent of rain,

wild Burro's enjoy their play.

Turns the windmill as the wind blows,

clouds block the sun, blessing shade.

 

The land breathes a sigh of relief.

Life is given back once again.

The clouds empty themselves of rain,

as the windmill turns with the wind.

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Written by
paula-swanson
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Published
Sep 13, 2010
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